ebriosity: 5.11.16 - journal - “Nomad”I hang. Unbarred, unbound; liquid pulled by drains
ebriosity: 5.11.16 - journal - “Nomad”I hang. Unbarred, unbound; liquid pulled by drains. I can’t write like this. Like claws. Like fangs; slicing self-portraits of my confusion into the side of my own neck. It doesn’t work this way. I know it. But I’m desperate enough for meaning to search for it in other people. Look at the evidence. It’s been three years now and I know that picking apart watermarked phrases and rearranging them doesn’t make the solitude any more palatable. I need similar thoughts to exist - but somewhere else, in words that are not mine. -- source link